"Let me tell you, it depends on Lingnan ............ when it comes to eating."

On the top of Huashan, Hong Qigong and Cao Ziheng chatted while holding fried centipedes, and the posture of this brother was simply different from before.

"This is not perhaps, although Lingnan people will eat, eat everything, but there are so many delicacies in the world, let me tell you, the cuisine in the world can be divided into eight major factions, and snacks and the like are countless, you listen to me,............。

Cao Ziheng also talked about sex at this time, and brought together the contents of what China on the tip of the tongue and what world food encyclopedia in later generations, and only said that Hong Qigong's eyes were round and his saliva was drooling.

After a while, the two seemed to be friends for a long time.

"Don't run, tell me where my son is?"

At this time, suddenly, a shout like metal rubbing came from a distance, and Cao Ziheng and Hong Qigong immediately stopped talking and stood up one after another.

This shout sounds just louder and ugly to ordinary people, however, the two of them can feel a strong energy from it, the owner of this voice is definitely a top master, at least, Cao Ziheng thinks that he is absolutely no match for the owner of this voice.

Soon, the five men who looked embarrassed had already stumbled to the top of Huashan.

"Five ugly people on the Tibetan side."

Hong Qigong's expression was straight, and the momentum on his body suddenly rose, and it seemed that he was about to make a move.

"Wait, the one behind them is Ouyang Feng."

Cao Ziheng looked at Hong Qigong and wanted to make a move, but suddenly his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to stop Hong Qigong.

Originally, in Cao Ziheng's calculations, first of all, he couldn't let Hong Qigong die, and secondly, he tried to see if he could learn the stunts of the two, and among them, the second one could be abandoned, and the first one must succeed.

Now that he has betrayed the Quanzhen Sect, he is wanted by the beggar gang, and he unceremoniously said that there is no place for him in the southern martial arts.

And in the north, he has greatly offended Mongolia, if he can't find a way to clear his name, I am afraid that what awaits him will really be a miserable end.

Although there are many adventures in this divine condor, even if he gets all the adventures and cultivates all the martial arts in them to the extreme, it is impossible for him to defeat the world alone.

"Old poison."

Hong Qigong raised his eyebrows and said, there was a playful tone in his tone, but Cao Ziheng's face was solemn, in the original book, the reason why Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng died together here was that Hong Qigong stimulated Ouyang Feng verbally.

In fact, it is no wonder that Hong Qigong, the remaining four unique of this divine eagle, the most bitter and bitter hatred is the two of them.

"It's also a poor man, crazy and crazy, don't irritate him anymore, we still have business to do."

Cao Ziheng turned his head and looked at Hong Qigong with a hint of pleading, change people, change time, Hong Qigong is afraid that he will never give face to anyone, but at this time, he is chatting with Cao Ziheng, especially the food that Cao Ziheng just said is exactly the key.

"The old beggar is not a stingy person, and the old poison has been crazy for decades, I won't bother with him, and I won't talk to him."

Hong Qigong nodded, dispelling Cao Ziheng's worries, in fact, hatred or something, for the old beggar is really not as important as food, in the original book, the old beggar himself just wants to make fun of Ouyang Feng verbally, not with the intention of killing Ouyang Feng.

"Thank you, senior."

Cao Ziheng hugged his fist at Hong Qigong, and then turned his head to look into the distance, "Senior, do you remember me?" I know where your son is, and you kill these five clowns, I'll tell you. ”

The five ugly people in the Tibetan border had just gasped for breath at this time, and when they heard Cao Ziheng's shout, they raised their heads, and immediately saw Hong Qigong.

"Senior, we tell you where your son is, but you have to save us first."

One of them immediately turned around and shouted, obviously, these five guys still knew Hong Qigong.

"I know you, you are that little Taoist priest, you know where my son is."

Behind the cliff, Ouyang Feng, who had white hair, rushed out upside down, but his eyes didn't look at the five ugly again, and his eyes widened at Cao Ziheng, the old guy himself didn't look very good, and at this time it was a handstand, and the whole person was crazy and crazy, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Kill these five, I'll tell you."

Cao Ziheng smiled and pointed to the five ugly people on the Tibetan side, but he was not frightened by Ouyang Feng's appearance at all.

"Don't kill, my son told me not to kill indiscriminately."

However, what Cao Ziheng didn't expect was that Ouyang Feng blurted out that he would not kill, not to mention Cao Ziheng, even Hong Qigong's eyes next to him widened suddenly.

"He, his son is holy."

Hong Qigong Mu Nei spit out a sentence, the old poison refused to kill, obviously making this nine-fingered god beg have the illusion that the sun is coming out of the west.

"Boy, tell me where my son is?"

Here, Cao Ziheng and Hong Qigong were suddenly stunned, and over there, Ouyang Feng's figure flashed but he had already appeared in front of Cao Ziheng, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed Cao Ziheng.

"In an instant, the old poison is good at it."

Hong Qigong let out a low snort, and suddenly a palm technique had shrouded the front of Ouyang Feng's palm.

"Stop, Senior Hong, you go and clean up the five ugly people in Tibet, and I'll tell him where his son is."

Cao Ziheng's face changed, once these two people started to move, it was inevitable that they would end up in the original work, and they would end up together, and they didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, and their palms were slightly raised and inserted into the two of them, and the explosion of strength instantly separated the two.

Fortunately, neither Ouyang Feng nor Hong Qigong really made a heavy move, but Cao Ziheng showed his strength but really separated the two.

"Okay, be careful."

Hong Qigong opened his mouth in a condensed voice, and his figure suddenly shook out, and a violent wind instantly appeared on the top of this Huashan Mountain, rolling up an endless sea of snow, and there was a clear dragon groan in the sea of snow.

The wind and snow rolls, accompanied by the dragon's chanting, but the strong strength has firmly locked the five ugly in Tibet, even Cao Ziheng and other bystanders have a feeling that the five ugly in Tibet have no escape, and they can only be hard in the face of this palm.

Eighteen palms of the dragon.

Cao Ziheng's heart was cold, and the arrogance generated by the Nine Yin Fragments, the Toad Gong Fragments, the Ancient Tomb and the Quanzhen Martial Arts, as well as the Jiuyang and the Dragon Elephant instantly dissipated a lot, although each of the martial arts he obtained was a first-class divine skill, but the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in front of him were by no means inferior to any of the martial arts he obtained.

And in this world, the equivalent martial arts still have the magic power of snapping fingers, a yang finger, an iron palm, and so on.

"Stinky beggar, fight with you."

In the howling wind, the figures of the five ugly people on the Tibetan side suddenly lined up in a straight line, connected by their arms, and it seemed that they wanted to block Hong Qigong's palm strength with the power of the five people.

It's just that even if these five people are added together, where can they be Hong Qigong's opponents, the five of them were blown away by Hong Qigong's palm, and all of them turned into rolling gourds, and it seemed that there was more gas out and less air intake, and it was obviously out of life.

This scene made Cao Ziheng's heart shake, and the power of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending was undoubtedly displayed in the moment just now.

"It's such a subtle palm, such a subtle internal strength, no, I must have a fight with him."

Just when Cao Ziheng was surprised by the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, Ouyang Feng's voice was already ringing with great excitement.

Nima, forget that this bastard is a martial idiot.

Cao Ziheng's heart suddenly 'chuckled'.